Chapter 92: This Changes Nothing
Cassandra~
Destiny. A word so many throw around without truly understanding it. And if I’m being honest, I never gave it much thought either—until now. Is destiny a chain of coincidences, or is it a script already written, each step meticulously placed before us? I never imagined I’d be asking myself these questions, not until I crossed paths with a certain vampire.
That evening, after Griffin took me to an outrageously extravagant hotel, I found myself sprawled across the plush couch in the penthouse, a glass of wine lazily swirling between my fingers. The city skyline stretched beyond the towering windows, its glittering lights scattered like fallen stars against the glass.
Griffin had disappeared into his room a while ago, leaving me to my thoughts. I had been restless all day, an odd, almost suffocating feeling gnawing at my insides. It felt like something—someone—was calling me, tugging at my very soul.
I scoffed at the ridiculousness of the thought and took a sip of my wine. Nothing calls Cassandra unless Cassandra calls first.
Fifteen minutes later, Griffin burst back into the room, eyes gleaming with wild excitement—like a kid high on too much candy and bad ideas.
"We have a meeting tomorrow," he announced, plopping down onto the chair across from me.
I arched a brow. "With whom?"
His lips twitched as if he were holding back amusement. "A Purple Blood Vampire."
I stilled, my grip tightening around the glass. My pulse, steady and cold as always, suddenly quickened.
"A Purple Blood Vampire?" I repeated, slowly setting my glass down. My mind raced. "And how, exactly, do you know one of the rarest vampires in existence?"